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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.