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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.