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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Lyres,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.