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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.