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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.