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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.