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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.