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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.