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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.