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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.