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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Litter,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.