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 Cameroon 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.