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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 David Bowie 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.