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 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.