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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.