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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.