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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.