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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.