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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.