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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.