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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Magma,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.