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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.