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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Human League,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.