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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.