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 St Lucia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.