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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.