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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.