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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Television,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.