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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.