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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Index,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.