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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
UT,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.