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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.