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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.