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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.