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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.