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 Sierra Leone 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.