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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.