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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.