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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Index,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.