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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.