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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.