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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.