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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.