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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.