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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.