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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.