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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.