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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.