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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.