Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
The Fall,
UT,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.