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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.