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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
The Index,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.