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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.