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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.