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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.