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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Magma,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.