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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.