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 Somalia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Jandek to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
The Associates,
10cc,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.