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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.