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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.