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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.