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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.