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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Hoover to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.