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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.