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 Bangladesh 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.