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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.