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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.