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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.