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 Namibia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.