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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.