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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.