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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.