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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Names to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.