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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.