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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.