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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Smiths to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.