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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Swans,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.