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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.