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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Star Department to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s 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 Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.