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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.