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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Brick,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.