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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.