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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.