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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.