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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.