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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.