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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.