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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.