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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.