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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.