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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.