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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.