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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.