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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.