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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.