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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.