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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.