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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Wire,
Main Source,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.