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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.