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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.