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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.