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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Nas,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.