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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.