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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.