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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.