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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Aswad,
10cc,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.