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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.