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 Montenegro 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.