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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.