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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.