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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.