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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
The Move,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.