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 Sierra Leone 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.