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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.