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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Smoke to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.