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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Magma to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.