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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.