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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.