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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.