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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.