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 Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.