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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.