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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.