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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.