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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.