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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.