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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.