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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.