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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.