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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.