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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.