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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.