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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.