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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Whodini 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.