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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.