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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
MC5,
DNA,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.