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 Cuba and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.