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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.