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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.