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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Busters to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.