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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.