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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.