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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.