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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.