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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Swans to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.