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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Crime,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
the Normal,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.