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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.