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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Gladiators 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.