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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.