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 Suriname 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
AZ,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.