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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Sonics 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water 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?
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.