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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.