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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.