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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.