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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Cluster,
DNA,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.