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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.