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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.