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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.