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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.