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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.