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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.