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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.