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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.