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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.