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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.