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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
EPMD,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.