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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.