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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.