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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.