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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.