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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Index,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.