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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.