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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Wings,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.