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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Q65,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.