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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.