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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.