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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
X-102,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.