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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.