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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Technova to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
the Association,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.