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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Cluster,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
World's Most,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.