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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
UT,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.