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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.