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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.