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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.