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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.