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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.