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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
PIL,
June Days,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.