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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.