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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
MDC,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.