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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
the Germs,
Can,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.