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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
CMW,
Hoover,
AZ,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.