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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.