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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.