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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.