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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.