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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.