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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.