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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Wings,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.