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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.