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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zeros to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.