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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.