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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.