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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.