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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.