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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Swans,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
The Fall,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.