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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
10cc,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.