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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
MDC,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.