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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.