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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
JFA,
New Order,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.