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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.