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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.