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 Brazil 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.