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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Brick,
Magma,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.