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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.