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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall 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?
Warsaw,
Nico,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.