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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Can,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.