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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Rakim,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.