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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.