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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.