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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.