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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.