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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.