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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
The Residents,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Monolake,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.