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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.