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 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.