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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Fear,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.