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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.