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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.