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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.