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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.