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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.