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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Names,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.