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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.