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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.