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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn 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?
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.