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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.