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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.