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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.