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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Japan,
the Swans,
Inner City,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.