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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.