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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.