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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Music Machine 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
PIL,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Skarface,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.