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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.