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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel 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?
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.