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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.