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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.