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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Main Source to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.