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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
UT,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.