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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.