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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Television,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.