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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.