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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Chrome,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.