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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.