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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.