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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Japan,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.