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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.