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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.