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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
ABC,
X-102,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.