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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.