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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.