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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.