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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Nas,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.