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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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-Ray Spex to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.