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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.