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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.