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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Echospace,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.