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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.