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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.