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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.