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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.