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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.