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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.