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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.