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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.