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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.