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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.