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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.