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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
DNA,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.