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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.