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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.