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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Smog,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.