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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.