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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Man Parrish 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.