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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.