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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.