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 Australia and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.