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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Angels of Light 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.