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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.