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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
This Heat,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.