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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Visage,
10cc,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Monks,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.