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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Nas,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.