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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
DNA,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Fear,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
PIL,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.