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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.