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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Technova,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.