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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.