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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.