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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.