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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.