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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Camouflage,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.