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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.