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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.