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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.