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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.