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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.