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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 American Breed to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
DNA,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.