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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.