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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Unwound to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.