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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Drexciya,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.