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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
the Association,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.