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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 American Breed,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Television,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.