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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.