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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.