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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Television,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.