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 Zimbabwe 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.