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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.