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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Nico,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.