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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.