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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.