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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.