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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Harmonia,
ABC,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
The Index,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.