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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.