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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.