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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.