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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.