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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.