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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.