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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Darondo,
JFA,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.