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 Chile and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.