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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.