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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.