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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.