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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.