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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Can,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.