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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.