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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
DNA,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.