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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.