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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.