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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.