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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.