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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.