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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.