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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.