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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
The Slits,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.