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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.