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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.