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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.