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 Guatemala 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.