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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.