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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.