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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Mars,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.