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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
AZ,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.