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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.