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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.