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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.