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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.