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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.