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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
X-101,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.