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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.