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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Q65 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.