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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Human League to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.