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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.