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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.