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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.