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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.