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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.