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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Index,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
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.