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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
June Days,
Nico,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.