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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.