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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Niagra,
the Association,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.