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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.