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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.