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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.