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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.