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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Neil Young,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.