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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Nas,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.