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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.