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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Scion,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.