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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moleskins 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
10cc,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.