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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Urselle,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.