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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
X-101,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.