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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.