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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
New Order,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.