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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
10cc,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.