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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Can to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.