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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.