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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.