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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime 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?
Quadrant,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.