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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.