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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.