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 Tunisia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Nas,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.