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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.