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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.