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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.