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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
ABBA,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.