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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.