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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.