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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.