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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.