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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Ten City,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
The Martian,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.