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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
CMW,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Index,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.