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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.