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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.