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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.