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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Swans,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.