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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Visage,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.