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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Mars,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.