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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Oneida,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.