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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.