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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.