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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.