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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.