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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Franke,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.