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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Ronan,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.