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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Wire,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
ABC,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Roxette,
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.