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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Selecter to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.