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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.