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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.