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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.