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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.