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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.