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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.