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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.