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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.