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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.