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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.