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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Gong,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.