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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Can,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.