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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.