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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.