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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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?
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.