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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
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 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 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.