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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.