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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Television,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.