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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
UT,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.