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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kayak 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.