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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.