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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.