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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.