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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.