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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.