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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.