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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.