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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.