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 Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.