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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.