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 Czech Republic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.