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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.