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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors 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?
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.