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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.