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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Can,
X-102,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Crime,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.