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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.