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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Faust,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.