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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.