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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.