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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.