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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Kayak,
CMW,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.