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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.