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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.