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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
John Holt,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.