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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.