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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.