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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.