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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.