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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.