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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Busters to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.