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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Roxette,
The Evens,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.