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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minny Pops 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Echospace,
CMW,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.