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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.