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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.