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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
MDC,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.