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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.