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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Q65,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.