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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.