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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.