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 Syria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.