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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Livin' Joy 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
The Residents,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.