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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.