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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.