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 Zambia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Brick,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.