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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.