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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.