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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.