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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Monks,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.