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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.