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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.