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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.