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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.