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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.