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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.