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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.