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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.