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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.