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 Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.