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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.