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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.