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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.