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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.