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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.