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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.