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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.