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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.