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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.