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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.