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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Organ 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.