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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.