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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.