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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.