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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.