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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Can,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.