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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.