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 Singapore and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.