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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.